Ich war hilflos und alleine in seinem Folterkeller gefangen. Meine Brustwarzen wurden immer tiefer in die R?hrchen gesogen. Ich konnte sie gut sehen, ...a meine Augen nur 10 cm von ihnen entfernt waren. Je tiefer sie in die R?hrchen gesogen wurden, umso schmerzhafter wurden meinen Brustwarzen.Die ganze Situation war so unwirklich. Ich musste an meinen Mann und meine Tochter denken. Wie sie zuhause vor dem Fernseher sa?en und dabei vielleicht eine Pizza a?en. Und ich war hier. Meine H?nde waren. "Go to bed. You're falling asleep in that chair." Sorry," Amy responded, twirling a lock of her brown hair on her finger, tingling all over from the sound of his voice."It's okay. Talk to you tomorrow?" Sure. Thanks again for listening." Not enough people around that listen. Glad to do it. Night night." Night night," Amy responded, and then hung up the phone. A sigh escaped her as she stood to straighten her nightshirt. She sadly shook her head and turned to her bed, silently cursing her bad. She participated in gangbangs and I loved to watch her getting fucked and cummed on.After a month of going out with Angelica, she started to ask me about my ex girlfriends and my love for gangbangs and swinging. Her reaction was surprisingly positive. Her only fear was of me breaking up with her after seeing her fucking with other guys. Nearly a month and endless talking later, she gave in to fuck another guy. We decided to go for a short holiday to a town in south Germany. The k**s stayed with. I took a deep breath. I looked over at the clock in the dinette where we were all clustered about. It read 11:15 a.m.“Okay then,” I said “Twenty-eight years ago I met and married Stacey Wilcox. We began our lives together and everything looked totally wonderful. Then, there was ‘my’ daughter Jenna, and no man alive was happier than was I.“But then, over the years, between then and now, things went from wonderful to bad, for me. But, again, now, I’ve been advised that we, and especially me,.